𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [jonggi]

eleven

- Here, don't catch a cold," said my mother, wrapping a scarf around my neck, "and don't forget this!

- What are these- Mom! I told you there would be no girl stop putting condoms on me everywhere I go!

- With you we can't be sure of anything.

- I'm over 20, remember?

- Mentally speaking, it remains to be revised.

- I'm not going to keep this-

- Keep it, you never know.

- Hm.

- Good evening my son! She smiles while closing the door.

Three years ago you would have told her that I was going to celebrate Christmas Eve with my friends, she would have whined that it was a family thing and etc.
Today she closes the door in my face, suspicious, but I'm not going to complain about an evening I can spend with the rest of the group.

I stroll at my own pace along the road that passes by our college.
My muzzle is usually glued to the sky, my vision regularly filled with the festive lights hanging from the street lamps. Blue and white they usually are, or red but that's just the park fountain to our city.

I join Hongjoong in front of the bus stop.

Dressed in his eternal black coat reaching his knees, his face is hidden in the tuft of the collar of his jacket.
His cap covers half of his ears and his gloves hold several bags with two or three gifts sticking out.

- You're cute like that.

- Mmh.

I giggle.

- Almost drowning you!

- I know one person who won't have a gift.

- No, you wouldn't dare- ...yes, I'll shut up.

He shakes his head from left to right in exasperation as we make our way back to the student quarter.

- Mom put condoms on me again, I'll give you some at Wooyoung's.

- W-Why give me condoms?! he stammered in bewilderment.

- Well, you know with Seonghwa...

- Nonsense, keep them for you and Jongho instead.

I stare at his raised eyebrow in puzzlement.

- We're close, but at this point...

- Who's said that the effect he's having on you isn't reciprocated ?

- I find it hard to imagine Jongho liking men, or loving at all," I sighed. He is quite closed on this subject, as soon as we approach him he flees instantly by putting the questions that are asked to him on the others.

- Maybe because he's never had an affair and doesn't really know how to deal with it? Honestly I think this time you should ask Woo for help. After all he is the one who better knows Jongho.

- You're right," I concluded before pressing the doorbell.

A few seconds of waiting then the door number 12 opens on my faithful friend San.

- Come in! Put that down by the sofa, he pointed at our bags.

The luminous living room welcomes us, red and green garlands adorn the off-white walls, a fir tree on the left of the television set with multicolored lights attracts my curious eye. All this procession is accompanied by the smells of festivities - well, only those of the luxuriously topped toasts, the pizzas are another story.

- Who is missing? Hongjoong asked.

- Seong.

- As usual...

- Stop grumbling he's making an effort to look his best!

- Mingi you're not going to start!

A wink as an answer then I slip away in the kitchen where Wooyoung- who is by the way beautifully dressed in a black shirt slightly unbuttoned tucked into pants with extremities cutting shape by shape his muscular lines, is at the stove.

My glance sweeps the empty room then I say in the middle of a blank :

- It is for San that you are made so beautiful?

His ochre look stared at me before checking in turn that nobody had the accessibility to our most intimately interesting conversation.

- Yeah, you like it?

- I love it, it looks great on you!

- And how do you think he's gonna find me? Because I haven't said hello yet.

- If you want an honest answer, there is an 88% of chances that the condoms in the front pocket of my bag will be used tonight.

- Yah idiot! I asked you for a potential opinion, not the probability that I'll make out with !

I burst out laughing and say before returning to the living room:

- Make sure your cheeks don't match his tie!

- Min-

A nasty flaw in me is that once my brain decides something it acts on it and in this case it had just decided that I should not listen to Jung Wooyoung anymore.

- Yeo do you know where Jongho is?

- Maybe in his room," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

And as I was about to go to the second wing of the corridor to join my partner, a most improbable spectacle occurred in front of my eyes.

I think I'm dreaming, I strongly regret not having my phone right now.

Seonghwa dressed in a white shirt with a black tie holding Hongjoong by the waist.

Without being equipped with any supernatural gift I can certify you that their hearts sing in unison, just like the fanfare that plays in the hollow of their stomachs, making their eyes sparkle where some stars spin.

They were like two stars merging.